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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 14:32:18 GMT -5
"Oh Gods!" She quickly said a silent prayer to the warrior, the smith and the father and then the maiden. Ary bit her finger softly as she looked on.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 14:36:49 GMT -5
The battle began. Boris charged forward, and bashed Tyrek hard in the face with his shield, sending a wash of blood through the air. Tyrek fell, but rolled aside as Boris axe came crashing down, sending sparks flying from the cobblestone ground. Tyrek got to his feet, and slashed out, catching Boris' shield, and sending wood splinters flying into the crowd, forcing several men to back up.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 14:44:22 GMT -5
Ary let out a whimper and nearly covered her eyes when Tyrek went to the ground. "Get up get up," she whispered as he rolled out of the way and went to attack. She herself was startled when bits of wood peppered the gathered group of people. Aryanna held her hands close to her chest as the fight continued.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 14:51:20 GMT -5
Tyrek began to drive the Waynwood squire backwards with tremendous overhand blows, until Boris dropped to one knee, and swung his axe low at Tyrek's knee. Tyrek doved backwards, and the sound of steel on scraping bone is heard, as flesh is torne from Tyrek's shin. He howled in pain, and struggles to maintain his feet, as Boris grinned, spit blood from his mouth, and began to advance.
"I'm gonna kill you, than I'm gonna fuck that little Dornish girl you've got," Boris says above the yelling and pushing of the increasingly dense crowd.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 14:59:41 GMT -5
Arya screamed this time and waves of horror passed through her. She felt like vomiting. Her hands were sweaty and she held her forehead.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 15:11:40 GMT -5
Boris' axe came down, and Tyrek raised his sword in time to parry, then brought his foot up into Boris' stomach, sending him backwards. The two traded blows, again, and this time Boris took the worst of it, his shield shattering before Tyrek's strikes.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 15:13:40 GMT -5
"Get him Tyrek!" Arya called out suddenly, though she didn't know if her voice carried over those that were watching the fight between the two young squires. Her eyes couldn't help but be drawn to the trail of blood that Tyrek was leaving along the stones beneath them.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 15:30:38 GMT -5
Tyrek turns his head at the sound of the voice, and Boris delivers a powerful backhand blow with the non-blade portion of his axe, sending Tyrek to the floor. Boris pounces to get atop of him, raining down blows, as Tyrek inches backward to get away from the strikes. Boris hammers his Tyrek's guard aside, and straddles him, raising the axe high back to finish the squire, and Tyrek pulls the dagger from Boris' belt and stabs him in the throat with it. Boris gurgles for a moment, and than falls, purple arterial blood pulsing out onto the stone floor.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 15:42:30 GMT -5
Arya was stunned and her mouth hung open with a cry left unspoken. She rubbed her eyes to make sure they were not deceiving her. She edged through the circle surrounding the fight and came to Tyrek's side. "Are..are you alright?" She looked down at his leg and inspected his face.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 15:46:53 GMT -5
The cut on his leg was bleeding good, but it seemed no bones had been broken, and no major muscles or ligaments torn. His face was bruised slightly from the impact of the shield, but he smiled widely.
"I told you... it would be good luck," he said with a wide smile.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 15:54:18 GMT -5
"I was so scared. I'm happy for your victory." She waved someone over to get help for Tyrek's leg. "Did he really say bad things about me?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 16:06:40 GMT -5
He nodded, "Someone must have told him we'd been talking, because he was mouthing off about it in the hall at supper. And... I just lost it," Tyrek says, wincing as he stands up.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 16:14:08 GMT -5
"It was sweet of you to defend my honour, but I never would have thought you were going to fight with live steel." She walked beside him as they went to a bench and wait for more help with his leg, "So dangerous." She shook her head.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 11, 2009 16:31:48 GMT -5
A Maester came by, and was soon bent over, examining it, placed a poultice on it, and moved on.
"I know, I'm sorry, if it was just me, and my honor, it wouldn't have mattered, but... well... it was more serious than that," Tyrek said.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Dec 11, 2009 16:35:40 GMT -5
Ary watched the maester. "Killing a man is serious." She said in a distant voice. "But." She said in her usual tone, "I owe you something for your trouble, for standing up for me and putting yourself at risk."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5